501: Chapter 501 The Heavenly Emperor (66)

Beneath the eerie green sky, forty-seven waves of Imperial Might pressed down simultaneously.

Ye Yun stood at the highest point of the ancestral land, his Heavenly Eye and Heart Heavy Pupils operating at full capacity, scanning through every aura thoroughly.

Forty-seven Fallen Great Emperors.

Eleven Great Emperor Giants.

Three Peak Great Emperors.

"Deploy all forces!"

Desolate Heaven's voice echoed throughout the ancestral land.

The Fourth Ancient Ancestor was the first to rush out.

The Imperial Might of a Third Heaven Peak Great Emperor tore through the Void Realm. He lunged directly at the nearest Fallen Great Emperor Giant, his imperial weapon transforming into a rainbow as they collided head-on.

Bang!

A corner of the entire sky collapsed.

The Fifth Ancestor followed closely behind, his long spear sweeping horizontally. The Emperor Dao Law of a Second Heaven Great Emperor unfurled, blocking three Fallen Great Emperors at the perimeter of the ancestral land.

The Empress drew her sword.

Her cultivation at the Early Stage of the First Heaven was completely insufficient for a battlefield of this caliber, yet she stood at the very front. Her phoenix robe was stained with blood as she cleaved through the shockwave of a Fallen Great Emperor's attack with a single sword strike.

Ye Yun did not hesitate.

"Sacred Flame!"

Crimson-gold divine flames enveloped him entirely, and the blood-Qi smoke of his Major Achievement Desolate Ancient Sacred Body shot into the sky.

He transformed into a streak of golden light, crashing into the nearest Fallen Great Emperor.

One punch.

A hole was punched through the Fallen Great Emperor's chest, and eerie green imperial blood splattered.

But it did not fall.

The wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ye Yun switched forms.

"Star Suppressing!"

White-gold Geng metal Qi wrapped around his right fist, and he unleashed a second punch.

This punch shattered the Fallen Great Emperor's upper body into fragments.

It finally fell.

But Ye Yun had no time to catch his breath.

A second, a third, and even more Fallen Great Emperors surged toward him.

He switched to the Buzhou form to tank a heavy blow, and the mountain-pattern Dao marks shattered by a third.

He switched again to the Mingyuan form, unfolding a blue-black water Domain, which dragged down the movements of two Fallen Great Emperors.

Seizing this gap, he unleashed Amaterasu.

A crimson-gold flame flickered and vanished, and the Divine Soul of another Fallen Great Emperor was scorched through, its body collapsing powerlessly.

That's two.

But there were still forty-five left.

Ye Yun's breathing grew heavy.

With the Major Achievement Desolate Ancient Sacred Body and his cultivation at the Fourth Lotus Saint King stage, defying a Great Emperor was his limit.

He could fight an ordinary Fallen Great Emperor, could barely protect himself against a Great Emperor Giant, and against a Peak Great Emperor—he couldn't even protect himself.

As for the Ye Clan, the only ones capable of confronting the Great Emperor level head-on were Desolate Heaven, the Fourth Ancient Ancestor, the Fifth Ancient Ancestor, the Fifth Ancestor, the Empress, and the First Ancestor.

Six Great Emperors, plus him, a cultivator defying Great Emperors.

The opposition had sixty-one.

This was not a battle.

It was a slaughter.

...When the first Distant Ancestor fell, the battle had lasted less than a hundred moves.

A Quasi-Emperor Distant Ancestor of the Ye Clan, who had lived for hundreds of thousands of years, had his chest pierced by a Fallen Great Emperor's punch.

Golden blood gushed from his mouth; his body stiffened in mid-air for a breath, and then lost all its light.

He plummeted.

He crashed onto the square of the ancestral land, creating a deep crater.

No one had time to grieve.

Because the second Distant Ancestor fell immediately after.

Under the siege of three Fallen Great Emperors, this Quasi-Emperor Distant Ancestor did not even last ten moves.

His body was torn into three pieces.

The Empress's phoenix robe had long been mostly shredded, and a wound on her left arm, deep enough to see bone, was still bleeding.

She gritted her teeth, holding her sword with one hand, and continued to block the gate of the ancestral land.

The Fifth Ancestor's long spear broke.

He thrust the broken spear into the ground and faced the fourth Fallen Great Emperor with his bare hands.

Punch for punch.

Every blow hit bone.

The Fourth Ancient Ancestor was firmly suppressed by that Fallen Great Emperor Giant, and the cracks on his imperial weapon had already spread to the tip of the blade.

His imperial robe was shattered, his chest was sunken, and every breath brought out blood foam.

But he did not retreat.

To retreat one step meant giving up the ancestral land.

There were millions of clansmen inside the ancestral land.

...Desolate Heaven was holding off three Fallen Peak Great Emperors by himself.

His imperial robe had long flown off to who knows where. His exposed upper body was covered in wounds of all sizes, and golden imperial blood dyed him into a golden statue.

Every time he threw a punch, his old wounds tore open a little more.

Every time he blocked a blow, a bone shattered.

Holding off three Peak Great Emperors and a crowd of Great Emperor Giants in his crippled state was an impossible task in itself.

But he was holding on.

A hundred moves.

Two hundred moves.

Three hundred moves.

His movements grew slower and slower, his breathing heavier and heavier, and golden imperial blood continuously gushed from his seven orifices.

"Pfft!"

A Fallen Peak Great Emperor's fist smashed into his waist and abdomen; his body buckled, and he spat out a large amount of imperial blood.

Immediately following, the second Peak Great Emperor kicked him in the knee.

Crack.

The knee shattered.

Desolate Heaven fell to one knee.

The third Peak Great Emperor's fist was aimed at his head.

Just at the moment this punch was about to land.

Inside Desolate Heaven's body, that crack in the door to the Ultimate Realm he had "seen" during the battle at the North Sea Heavenly Emperors Tomb appeared once again.

Between life and death.

Extreme pressure.

Boom!

Golden imperial blood turned into tangible Holy Light, erupting simultaneously from his shattered knee, torn old wounds, and broken bones.

His Saint Body Origin was surging.

It was not recovery.

It was a transformation.

Desolate Heaven's Desolate Ancient Sacred Body officially touched the threshold of the Ultimate Realm.

Half-step Heavenly Emperor.

His aura elevated to a new level in an instant.

Desolate Heaven stood up.

His shattered knee healed again under the infusion of the power of the Ultimate Realm.

He raised his head, looking at the three Fallen Peak Great Emperors before him.

One punch.

Bang!

The nearest Fallen Peak Great Emperor didn't even have time to defend; its entire body exploded directly.

Imperial blood rained down, and torn flesh flew everywhere.

A Fallen Peak Great Emperor was suppressed and killed.

The entire scene was shaken.

"Desolate Heaven has broken through!"

"Ultimate Realm! That is the power of the Ultimate Realm Desolate Ancient Sacred Body!"

"Heavenly Emperor! Desolate Heaven is going to become a Heavenly Emperor!"

Everyone in the Ye Clan erupted with unprecedented ecstasy at this moment.

Ye Yun also clenched his fists, his heart racing.

Once his father stabilized the Ultimate Realm, his Half-step Heavenly Emperor combat power would be enough to crush all the Fallen Great Emperors on the field.

The outcome would be decided in this one move.

Desolate Heaven turned to the second Fallen Peak Great Emperor, his fist raising once again.

The golden Holy Light was more dazzling than the sun.

Then.

The sky shattered.

Not the slow corrosion from before.

It was the entire sky being directly crushed by an invisible hand.

An aura ten thousand times more terrifying than all the Fallen Great Emperors combined descended from the deepest depths of the shattered sky.

Ye Yun's Heavenly Eye pained severely.

He was forced to close his Heavenly Eye, and golden tears slid from the corners of his eyes.

That aura was too strong.

So strong that even his Heavenly Eye could not look directly at it.

The Law of the entire Dao Prefecture halted under this aura.

The forty-seven Fallen Great Emperors stopped their movements simultaneously.

They retreated in unison, clearing a path.

The surroundings fell silent.

A figure walked out from the shattered sky.

He wore a luxurious imperial robe, his face handsome and indifferent, and he was surrounded by Heavenly Emperor-level Law power.

But his eyes were empty.

His movements were stiff.

Like a Puppet controlled by someone.

Deep within his hollow eye sockets, eerie green flames flickered.

Ye Yun endured the severe pain in his Heavenly Eye and reopened his Heart Heavy Pupils.

He saw that face clearly.

The Central Heavenly Court Heavenly Emperor.

Or rather, he was no longer "him".

A Heavenly Emperor-level Puppet stood before the Ye Clan.